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Keep calling me that and you are not walking out of this room under your own power for the next two days.
[This is a THREAT sir; Dan Feng leans in and opens his mouth - laves his tongue from hilt to the underside of the head, and then very gently drags the point of a fang over his shaft.]
[This is a THREAT sir; Dan Feng leans in and opens his mouth - laves his tongue from hilt to the underside of the head, and then very gently drags the point of a fang over his shaft.]
[Sorry he is ignoring Randy in favor of rubbing his cheek against that cock; smearing pre all over his face, like he's bathing in the scent. He doesn't seem to realize he's doing this, tail sweeping across the floor as he presses a hand between his own thighs.]
[He pauses. Why does that sort of consideration affect him that much? Dan Feng hasn't been asked about what he liked for a very long time, he doesn't really remember what he likes about most things at this point.
He leans in to press a cheek briefly against Randy's knee, and then to help him take off his clothes completely, annoyed at himself for being maudlin over condoms.]
Turn around.
He leans in to press a cheek briefly against Randy's knee, and then to help him take off his clothes completely, annoyed at himself for being maudlin over condoms.]
Turn around.
Impertinent.
[There's no heat in it. There is a brief nip to an asscheek, a strangled 'why do you look like this', and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
Dan Feng spreads him open, then, and something soft and warm presses against his hole, working him open. But both of his hands are still on his cheeks, so Randy can probably work that out for himself.]
[There's no heat in it. There is a brief nip to an asscheek, a strangled 'why do you look like this', and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
Dan Feng spreads him open, then, and something soft and warm presses against his hole, working him open. But both of his hands are still on his cheeks, so Randy can probably work that out for himself.]
[His tongue is just as draconic as the rest of him, forked and strong and longer than any human's, but Dan Feng starts making these noises that suggest a) he's really enjoying eating him out and b) he's determined to wring an orgasm out of him with it.
A hand wraps around Randy's cock without warning, starting to strip him mercilessly.]
A hand wraps around Randy's cock without warning, starting to strip him mercilessly.]
[not only is Dan Feng Determined, he's also a medical professional, and Randy's body isn't laid out much different from other humanoid species. his prostate is easy to find and bully, especially with such a long and flexible tongue, and the hand on his cock is merciless.]
Oh, oh fffuck, you aren't holding back at all-
[his hips twitch between tilting back to work Dan Feng's tongue even deeper and forward into his hand. his insides already start trembling tellingly.]
Oh, oh fffuck, you aren't holding back at all-
[his hips twitch between tilting back to work Dan Feng's tongue even deeper and forward into his hand. his insides already start trembling tellingly.]
[He's going to find out Very Soon why he's not holding back, because when Dan Feng finally claims him he's going to fuck his higher brain functions out of him.
His tail curls around Randy's calf, possessive, as he keeps on working him; the wet sounds of it obscene in the room. When Randy comes, he's not going to stop, intent on taking it well into oversensitivity.]
His tail curls around Randy's calf, possessive, as he keeps on working him; the wet sounds of it obscene in the room. When Randy comes, he's not going to stop, intent on taking it well into oversensitivity.]
[embarrassingly, it might be the covetous slide of scales against his skin that polishes him off.]
Dan Feng!
[he spills in his hand, bucks on his tongue in a way that near-seamlessly transitions into trying to squirm away with a plaintive whine in the back of his throat before long.]
Dan Feng!
[he spills in his hand, bucks on his tongue in a way that near-seamlessly transitions into trying to squirm away with a plaintive whine in the back of his throat before long.]
[Oh, he sounds good. He sounds a little like he's in pain, which is even better. He doesn't stop until he's satisfied with Randy's whining, but eventually he does pull back, standing up, discarding the condom and tucking the other packets away.
At least the hand petting his cock is a little languid, trailing upwards to define his abs. His thoughts wander: the thing wearing Yingxing's corpse had a similar build, but more scars, and he probably wouldn't let Dan Feng touch him like this without ripping his throat out. Dan Feng would also be crying halfway. He would also--]
Do you like me? You like me, right?
At least the hand petting his cock is a little languid, trailing upwards to define his abs. His thoughts wander: the thing wearing Yingxing's corpse had a similar build, but more scars, and he probably wouldn't let Dan Feng touch him like this without ripping his throat out. Dan Feng would also be crying halfway. He would also--]
Do you like me? You like me, right?
[with how long Dan Feng goes at him, Randy's tone doesn't stop being whiny by the time he processes the line of questioning. which takes a bit, with him still shivering off the last of the overstimulation and distracted by a slender hand stroking up his (come-spattered) belly.]
Nnh? 'Course I do, sweetheart.
Nnh? 'Course I do, sweetheart.
[He mashes his face against one of Randy's shoulders, before folding his arms around the other man's waist. He's hot and hard against Randy's thigh, but he seems to ignore this in favor of just holding the other man against the wall, cheek against the salt and sun on his back.]
You don't smell like me enough.
You don't smell like me enough.
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